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her, spewing his release as he came within her channel.
    Maura reveled in the glorying relief, feeling as though she would blackout.
    When he’d finally finished coming inside her, he moved from between her legs, and she felt him slowly remove the silken rope that had bound her breasts and waist so tightly she’d only been able to breathe shallowly. The moment she was freed from that obstruction, she inhaled deeply.
    She heard the squeak of the pulley being released. She swayed in the swing as she was lowered, and when her feet touched the floor, she found she had no strength to support her upright. Her knees quivered, and her thighs felt like jelly. When her arms finally came down, she realized her shoulders and back ached from being held in an awkward position for so long.
    He caught her in his arms before she could collapse to the floor and dropped her in the bed. Slowly, he untied her wrists and when she was free, she pulled the silk scarf from covering her eyes and looked at her master and tormentor.
    His black hair was pushed back from his face, but his intense eyes watched her with satisfaction. “Are you ready to obey me in all things?” he asked.
    Anger rose within her, defiance. As much as she’d finally enjoyed herself, she did not relish being bent to another person’s will. She frowned and drew the sheets up over her chest.
    “I see you still want to defy me. So be it. You may rest for a while before we begin again,” he said, leaving her alone in the bedroom to enter another part of his suite.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Maura had no idea how long her reprieve would last until he recovered enough to discipline her again. Despite knowing that testing him was only to her detriment, she could not resist her basic impulses to obey the will of her own mind. She’d never had to beg for relief and never had to call another being master.
    Perhaps it was that free-thinking that had landed her in this situation to start with. She had the feeling he was enjoying her resistance, and that he wanted to break her spirit until he completely dominated her.
    Maura lay in the bed for a while, listening to him move through the suite. She wondered what a gladiator did when they were not fighting, but not enough to go and see k him out. Instead, after her legs no longer felt like jelly, she sat up in the bed and swung her legs over the edge, seeking to find the bathroom.
    It was on the opposite end from him, directly connecting to the bedroom. The swing and pulley system hung in the corner of the bedroom, and she avoided brushing against the torture contraption as she went to relieve herself.
    Her sex felt painfully tender and swollen. Her poor vagina had never suffered such misuse. She’d always experienced tender love-making that lasted no longer than half an hour or so, not something that turned into hours.
    Listening at the door for his approach, she felt fairly safe going to the shower to clean herself up. Turning the knobs and stepping inside the glass enclosure, she felt instantly better to have the warm water cascading over her skin, washing away the grime of travel and sex.
    Almost as soon as she’d gotten inside, however, Raker was there, invading her space with his huge body. Alarm rose in her at once.
    He frowned down at her. “I didn’t give you permission to bathe, slave,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
    She winced inwardly as he trapped her against the shower wall with a hand on either side of her head. She licked her lips, swallowing. “I didn’t know I had to ask permission to bathe and use the bathroom.”
    “You must seek my permission in everything, until you’ve been suitably trained and I can trust you’ll perform to my liking.
    Maura tried to reach for the soap to wash her hair, but he grabbed her wrist, halting her. “You must ask permission, or you will be punished.”
    She fought the rising tide of panic and defiance that threatened to overwhelm her. The reality of why the